Posted by tina on May 27, 2007 at 19:06:47:
"Tamara, the Strangled Chauffeur"
By Tina
"Watch your head, Mr. Simpson," Tamara Howard cautioned her passenger.
The man Tamara Howard knew as Carl Simpson ducked into the back of the limousine. He was a big man with dark brown hair. He sported a well-trimmed beard and mustache. Tamara was five eleven in her spiked heeled pumps but was at least an inch shorter than her fair. He had looked vaguely familiar but she could not have cared less about whether she had met him before. To Tamara Howard he was just another fee and this was just another job.
Charlie thought she looked even finer than the last time he had seen her. She was wearing a black leather mini-skirt that revealed long perfectly contoured legs clad in sheer black nylons. Charlie had been quite correct that her legs were gorgeous. The hem of the skirt barely covered the dark welt of her stocking tops. Her blond hair was tied back with a black velvet ribbon. The long neck was just as Charlie remembered it.
He could feel his excitement grow with the sudden anticipation of the moment being at hand.
Tamara closed the back door of the limousine. She opened the passenger side of the vehicle and began to slide over to the driver side when Charlie dropped the nylon stocking over her head. She gave a small-strangled cry as he yanked the stocking tight. Charlie had gone to her apartment earlier in the day and had been delighted to find several unopened pairs of black Glamour Sheer stockings from Victoria Secrets. Charlie had helped himself to a pair. He now quickly wound the purloined stocking around Tamara’s lovely throat.
The girl’s hands went immediately up to her throat as she began to make strangled gasping sounds. She arched back over the car seat and Charlie helped pull her over into the rear compartment. She had kicked one of her black pumps off as her legs flailed wildly about with her initial panic. The spiked-heeled pump clattered against the dashboard. The lovely legs continued to kick as Tamara fell into the back of the car. Charlie reached out a toe to activate the button to raise the privacy window. It slid silently into place as Tamara Howard writhed on the floor between Charlie’s legs.
Charlie then turned his full attention to strangling the beautiful blond chauffeur. She was putting up a marvelous struggle as Charlie drew the black nylon stocking tighter. Her body rocked from side to side and she was clawing furiously at the silky band of stocking under her chin. At the same time Charlie could hear the poor girl moaning as he held the stocking tight around her slender throat.
Despite being a snooty bitch Tamara was exactly the kind of lady Charlie like to take for his own. Her long blond hair hung down well past shoulder level. She was youthful in appearance and in fact Charlie seemed to remember she was twenty-four. She was physically fit so would not succumb easily. Charlie liked to watch his ladies struggle. The valiant fight for life always aroused Charlie. Tamara appeared to be no exception as she fought for her life. And of course there was the long neck.
The lovely legs continued to do a frenetic dance step as Charlie strangled their gorgeous owner. Charlie could feel himself become erect as he watched the interior floor light shimmer on Tamara’s nylons. The interior of the limousine was dark except for the floor lights. They created an eerie mix of shadow and light as Charlie lovingly strangled Tamara.
Then Charlie had slowly wound the stocking around Tamara’s neck a second time. This was not accomplished without some difficulty as she managed to grab hold of the black nylon. Tamara vainly attempted to keep the stocking from being looped a second time around her tortured neck.
"NAAACCKKK," Tamara squawked as Charlie finely succeeded in getting the second loop of sheer black hose in place.
The nylon crossed behind Tamara’s neck, underneath the swinging ponytail and Charlie slowly drew the ends away. He watched the two bands of nylon draw snugly around the beautiful throat. The tight black bands stood out in sharp contrast to the tanned skin and blond hair.
"You are such a gorgeous creature," Charlie said out loud as he continued the brutal strangulation.
Tamara did not hear Charlie’s compliment as the growing pressure inside her head acted to block out sound. Her eardrums literally could hardly vibrate just like a percussion player would dampen a drum head.
Then Tamara’s right hand had fallen into her lap. Charlie saw she had kicked her mini-skirt up around her hips. Black garter straps were now visible against her bare thighs. She wore bright red panties that matched her silk blouse.
The fingers of Tamara’s left hand still pulled weakly at the black stocking that was looped so tightly around her neck. She was just barely conscious. Charlie knew the time was right.
He took hold of both ends of the silky stocking with his left hand. With his right hand now free he slowly pulled the black min-skirt further up Tamara’s limp body. She put up no resistance as he got the skirt up around her waist. He could feel himself getting more excited as he pushed the pretty red panties to mid thigh. He could see Tamara was indeed a blond as his fingers began to explore her exposed pussy.
Charlie let the silky ligature loosen ever so slightly. Tamara moaned again as she drew in a small ragged breath. Then Charlie’s finger had slid inside her blond snatch.
"OH," Tamara had gasped as Charlie began to finger her lovely cunt.
Her legs spread out wide as if to help accommodate this unexpected advance. She was still fully in the throws of asphyxiation but now a new sensation intruded on her brain. An odd sexual arousal mingled with the tingling pain of the earlier strangulation. In Tamara’s mind these seemingly opposite signals blended themselves into a most delicious sensory sensation.
"OH," Tamara managed to gasp again.
Charlie now had moved his hand underneath Tamara. His thumb had gently insinuated itself into Tamara’s asshole as his middle finger slid around in front to hook her wet pussy. Charlie expertly manipulated Tamara front door and back. He could feel her hips move against his hand as he thumbed and fingered his beautiful blond victim.
He was bent over her with his face close to hers as he fingered her. She wore a pleasant smelling perfume that filled Charlie’s nostrils.
Tamara’s body still rocked a little but now the movement was much more sensuous. Charlie had the stocking tight enough that Tamara was still slowly strangling but she was able to gasp in little breathes of air and her body was beginning to respond to Charlie’s erotic touch.
"OH," Tamara had gasped one more time as the first small orgasm hit.
Her hands were on her breasts and Charlie could see her massage them through her blouse as he continued to finger her. The lovely legs were spread wide as Charlie’s middle finger pushed further into Tamara’s sopping cunt. Then she had moved her left hand behind her back. She fumbled frantically for Charlie’s crotch as though she wanted to make sure he was as excited as she was.
Charlie smiled pleasantly as Tamara’s fingers slid over the bulge in his pants.
"Well, this is a first," Charlie sighed as Tamara’s red fingernails scratched at his trouser front.
Tamara stiffened slightly as another orgasm rippled through her. Her knees were bouncing rhythmically on the carpeted floor of the limousine. Then Charlie had slid his hand from under Tamara’s ass. He caught a whiff of her as he brought his hand back up to take hold of the stocking.
"OH", Tamara screamed as a final large orgasm exploded.
Her fingers were weakly grasping at Charlie’s erection. She had lost a lot of motor control so her fingers moved erratically over Charlie’s crotch. Charlie could hear Tamara continue to moan periodically as her sexual excitement continued to grow.
She looked over her shoulder at Charlie as he began to pull the stocking tight again. The stocking top was held firmly in his right hand and the reinforced toe dangled from his left palm. The sheer nylon was slowly disappearing into Tamara’s neck as Charlie pulled the ends apart.
Charlie watched Tamara’s eyes go wide. She shook her head and her lips moved in a stifled "no, no, no".
"Please finger me some more," Tamara begged in her mind.
She tried desperately to tell Charlie to continue to play with her cunt and asshole. Tamara had never experienced such great sex before. She thought her body would explode with each new orgasm. The ice queen had melted. Tamara the snooty bitch had finally found the erotic ecstasy of which she had always dreamed.
"Please touch me again," Tamara tried to plead but only hideous gasps escaped her lips.
Charlie watched the pretty face turn dark. Tamara’s eyes were now wide from the building pressure inside her skull. Her hands had gone back under her chin as she desperately tried to loosen the stocking. The hips rolled back and forth with an occasional upward movement as she tried to bridge her body up. But Tamara had no strength left at this point. The sexual stimulation accompanied by the on going strangulation had completely sapped her energy.
After another two minutes had pass her left hand fell to the floor of the car. Charlie could see the painted fingernails scratch weekly and then stop moving all together. The fingers of her right hand were snagged in the stocking and her arm hung limply from the side of her neck. Her feet were now turned out. Her left foot was still in its black pump. Tamara’s legs were slightly bent at the knee and still looked lovely in the sheer black nylons. The shiny red panties were stretched out tight between her wide spread thighs.
Charlie looked at the body, head to toe and back again. He sighed quietly and then began to knot the stocking. He maintained the pressure on the nylon as he tied the ends off behind Tamara’s neck. Then he had let the long blond ponytail flop down over the knot.
He lowered Tamara gently onto her back. Although her face was hideously contorted from the brutal strangulation Charlie thought he detected a smile on the ruby red lips. Tamara’s bright lip-gloss masked the blue tinge of asphyxiation. The lips were parted slightly and Charlie could see her tongue protruding as it had swollen to fill the dead blonde’s mouth.
Charlie slipped Tamara’s business card into the waistband of her garter belt. On the back he had printed "Lucky 13 for the South Side Strangler".
Then Charlie had looked out the car windows in all directions. There was no one in sight as he exited the vehicle. He pushed the automatic door lock and heard a loud click. He shut the door and peered momentarily at his reflection in the side window. The dark tinted windows completely hid the car’s dead driver from view.
Almost a week would pass before the body was discovered. Tamara’s records would lead police to search for Carl Simpson. Of course by that time Charlie had time to restore his natural hair color and was a continent away. Carl Simpson, like the beard and mustache, would be long gone. Although this murder occurred on the opposite coast the card told police that the South Side Strangler had claimed his thirteenth victim. A detective from the Special Strangler Unit flew to Los Angeles to confirm that Tamara had been strangled by the serial killer his task force was hunting. The residence of Los Angeles would hold their breath as they waited in fear.
Charlie was pleased to see the local paper run a front-page article about Tamara’s murder. In the article the reporter, Noel Siegfried, expressed the hope that the serial killer had switched coasts and that local women were now safe. Charlie had chuckled at the unintended misconception he had perpetrated. He had also thought about Albert DeSalvo and wondered if thirteen would be his unlucky number. Charlie certainly hoped that there would be other ladies in his life. Despite the bad first impression she had made with him, Charlie had thoroughly enjoyed his time with Tamara Howard. She had definitely proved worthy of the return trip to LA.